|.ransom notes keep falling out your mouth|
now here's a riddle, puzzle, puzzle,
wash your hair and wear your muzzle.
speak the speech and take some tea,
the hare refused to play with me.
the laughing sky is going dark
hurry, make some trite remark,
we'll talk in nonsense, speak in rhyme,
butter watches, murder time.
yes, she haunts me, phantomwise,
but hers are not the only eyes -
take my hand and tap the walls
this day is dark; this darkness falls.
"we were here first. seventeen years and i remember the
sting of seasalt like good intentions."
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